Picture On A Shelf

And when I die at thirty four

You can listen to me now through my lyrics for thirty more

That's for sure, I hope by then my children have been born

So they can carry on the name of my family thirty more

But have you seen the cost of life in 2024

I can't imagine what it look like with some young'ns on the floor

Will they listen to my strummings when they grow up or ignore 'em

And my head be just a bust while my record collecting dust

Another second that I doubt I won't tell 'em what I'm about

And then the memory of me turns into a wisp among the clouds

I wouldn't say these lyrics as a diss towards myself